by A. K. Koonce
My moan is a painful sound of want.
“Please,” I beg between the press of his lips against mine.
A smile ghosts across his mouth with the next kiss, and his words rumble where his chest meets my spine. “Tell me you want me to fuck you with my hand,” he demands, his tone hot and heavy with the warmth I’m used to but… his words shiver through me.
My lashes lift, and I look at the sweet man with the filthy mouth. My legs shift as those words circle around and around within my mind.
Aric drifts lower, his mouth leaving hot kisses all down my chest, my ribs, my stomach. Big hands hold my hips as he flicks his tongue over the sensitive skin along my upper thigh.
A haze clouds my thoughts with the two men taunting and teasing me, just inches from where I need them most.
“Tell Aric you want him to taste your sweet pussy,” Latham whispers hotly along my neck. “Ask him to make you come against his mouth so he can lap up all your wetness before I slide into you hard and fast.”
They’re barely touching me, and I’m still panting from the thoughts drilling through my mind.
Aric nips at the skin just below my hip, and I buck in his hands, writhing against his tongue.
A hum of amusement rumbles through the dragon shifter’s chest.
And still, no one touches me. No one sates that demanding feeling building with pressure between my thighs.
“Please,” I whisper once more.
Latham presses another sweet kiss to my throat. “Please what?” he asks on a breathy wave across my flesh.
“Please make me come!” I grind out so quietly I can’t even think straight.
And then a wide, hot tongue parts my sex. It rolls over my clit hard and slow until I’m gasping in Latham’s arms. He holds me against his chest and watches me curiously and intently while his friend fucks me with his mouth. I feel his gaze across the flush of my cheeks as he flicks his tongue over the lowest part of my neck, kissing and sucking and biting, all while watching me lose control of my every emotion.
Then he stops. Latham’s breath is hot against my ear when he speaks next on a rumble of pure lust and sin.
“What are you thinking in that pretty mind of yours, Love?”
Reality shatters around me. My eyes fly open as two fingers sink deep yet gently into my slick sex. A ragged exhale escapes me like it’s the first real breath I’ve ever tasted in my entire fucking life.
“I—I—I can’t think,” I blurt as Aric curves his fingers in a way that feels wrong but holy fucking dragon gods is it right. The cutting breath that enters my lungs is laced with a scream of wild pleasure that I’ve never felt before.
“Don’t think.” Latham hums along the curve of my neck, worshiping my body there with hot, open-mouthed kisses that tingle down like a current of magic is tongue-tied between his lips and Aric’s. “Don’t even speak if that feels better,” he adds, but he doesn’t touch me the way his friend does.
Latham’s dirty mind is spilling out in explicit words that make me wetter by the minute.
And yet he doesn’t touch me any more than a few kisses, a few caresses of his hand…
Is he still hesitant?
It’s then that I realize I want him to know exactly what I’m thinking.
I step back from Aric. Big blazing eyes stare up at me like a servant waiting for the next command. His hand lifts, and he pushes his palm casually across his wet lips, never once taking his gaze off of me. I take a moment to appraise the beautiful man still kneeling at my feet. His thighs are strong, corded with muscles that lead to lean hips. Swirling ink trails down his chest while hard lines veer even lower. His thick cock pulses against his lower stomach, and my eyes meet his just as an arrogant smirk tips the corner of his sexy lips. His sinful tongue rolls across his lower lip, and a shiver races right down my chest and through my clit.
I swallow dryly before turning ever so slowly to face the real problem we have here.
Latham’s ocean blue eyes are like a stormfront brewing.
And all I want is lightning to strike.
Maybe even twice.
“You like to talk,” I whisper, a smile etching my words.
Bashful amusement parts his lips as his own smirk melts my fucking heart on the spot.
Yet it’s the sin that flashes in his pretty blue eyes that has me squirming.
“But you’re not much of a doer, are you, Latham?” My palms lift just as his eyebrows do at that statement. Aric’s laughter shakes through his chest as he runs his fingers up and down the curve of my outer thighs.
My palms slide over Latham’s jeans and along his upper legs, trailing a teasing path… right to his waist. A smooth button glides beneath my fingertips, and I never once look away from that daring glint in his gaze.
I know what I want. I want to make these men never fucking forget me. I wish I could believe them. I wish I could let my heart think that the three of us will live a beautiful life in the midst of Hell.
But you can’t imagine something you’ve never had.
I have this moment though. I have them here and now. And I want the memory of us to be an earth-shattering bliss that haunts my mind every day of my fucking life without them.
That single thought pushes me into action. My fingers are steady when I unfasten the button, slide down the zipper, and drop his jeans to the ground. He stands in a black tee-shirt and a pair of boxers that have a rather distracting bulge pressing hard against them.
Anticipation thrums through me.
“You’re a Hell god and yet you can’t even make a move on me, Latham.” I tsk at him, and I can tell by the playful straining smile on his face that I’m grating on him just right.
Smooth, perfect lines guide my fingertips up his hard stomach. I tug the hem of his shirt along with my exploring hands and pull it across his messy black hair and away. My gaze drops to the one thing left between us.
The flat of my palm pushes across the head of his cock just beneath the thin material of clothing. Thick lashes flutter, but he still stares me down.
“All talk and no play,” I taunt, my fingers wrapping over the length of his shaft, sliding down the annoying fabric that separates me from what I want most.
A jagged breath shakes through his chest. His shoulders flex, and his Adam’s apple works in his throat while his chin tilts up and he glares down at me with a shine of deadly intent in his violent blue eyes.
What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Doing?
I push a little more. A little more and a little more.
Because Latham is the lover. Not the fighter.
But I want both.
“Don’t worry though,” I whisper, leaning forward to tease my words along his neck just as he teased me. “Aric will make me feel good if you can’t.” Sadly, I drop my hand from his dick, his eyes blazing into mine as I take just one step back.
His entire body reacts the moment a single ounce of space separates us. His knees bend, his arms lower, and he grips me fully around my thighs before hauling me up against him like a fucking caveman taking what he wants.
His hand shoves between us, and the fabric between us is pushed away. A smooth hardness slides over my wetness. My hands plant against his solid shoulders while my mouth gasps from the slick feel of him grinding back and forth along my folds.
Lashing lust burns in his eyes as he glares up at me, and his hold against my ass is just as claiming as his gaze.
“Don’t ever fucking taunt me again, Love,” he warns with a wicked smile that spreads into me.
But the moment a smirk kisses my lips, he sinks into me. Inch by inch he lowers me down, stretching me as far as I can go, and even then he thrusts to get deeper. A moan tears from my throat, raw and ragged.
From behind, warm lips kiss my shoulder while calloused hands continue to sweep up and down my curves. Shivers spread across my flesh with every caress of Aric’s mouth against my neck. Longer fingers wrap ever so slowly around my throat. He digs in there to angle
me just the way he needs to scrape his teeth across my neck.
Latham’s hips move faster, his nails biting into the lowest part of my body, spreading me wider. The grip around my neck tightens as Latham’s pace quickens. My screams turn to a gasp of sound as the air cuts past my lips. The stars behind my eyes are vivid within the void of darkness. Pleasure pulses with each breath that halts against my tongue. My lungs ache as much as the coiling bliss that’s building with each passing second.
I need it. It’s so close. I need him.
My nails claw at Latham’s back as I bounce against him, thrusting myself harder down the thick length of his cock. His groan mirrors my gasping plea for more.
And more.
And more.
Until the stars burst open. The void burns out with color consuming the darkness. That unescapable tension snaps within me, and I scream out as the release pulses through me hard and fast.
From behind me, a growl of unfiltered dominance rumbles across my throat. The hold he has on me slips away and air swooshes into my burning lungs. My lashes flutter against the spots staining my vision. Everything feels heightened but blurred all at the same time.
It all slips away when my eyes meet Latham’s.
There’s a look of awe… or maybe lust… or maybe something else entirely that I see in Latham’s features as he searches my face for every single sliver of pleasure he just gave me. He curiously takes it all in as his thrusts slow to really appreciate it.
To appreciate me…
Strong hands grip my waist. Aric’s touch isn’t soft and gentle as it was just moments ago. His hips are smooth along my ass as he melds against me. Latham pauses… but I don’t know why.
Pressure pushes against my sex. My eyes widen as my walls clench against the two of them. Aric takes his time easing in, sliding along Latham while stretching me in such a way that I tremble in their arms. Jagged breaths groan over my shoulder. I feel the tension in his chest, the way he holds me, the way he forces himself to go slow. My wetness is slick against their cocks, and neither of them want to rush me when all I want is to feel every fucking inch of them.
I lift myself ever so slowly, using Latham’s shoulders as I go. Growls of pure pleasure rumble over my chest as well as my spine. A lost smile tilts my lips to hear their lust, so I do it again. I slide down faster against their thickness. Nails scratch deep across my flesh, stinging and tingling all through me.
“Fuck,” Aric hisses, and so I do it harder. I slam down on them, leaning back into him to take as much as he can give.
His hand tightens on my hip while his other lifts over my shoulder. Long fingers shove harshly through Latham’s hair as he drags him forward and their lips meet with a demanding collision. Aric puts all his frustration into the lashing of his tongue sliding against Latham’s.
And Latham takes it. Even as Aric holds me in place and fucks us both. My head falls back on Aric’s shoulder as he grinds against me as deep as he can go, putting delicious pressure in just the right places until I can’t take it anymore.
My body quakes and my hands tremble against Latham, and the two of them hold me together as I completely fall apart in their arms. My screams silence nature. The flitting whispers of wings and words quiet instantaneously until only our groans of unleashed ecstasy are the only sounds.
Latham shifts and a final growling groan leaves his chest, he slams his lips to mine. He kisses me with a violent claim. He shows me after all this time he wants more than the innocent friendship he’s always held between us.
He deserves so much more.
Aric’s cock pulses deep inside my pussy as he stiffens behind me, his head leaning against my spine. His hot breath washes over me before a soft delicate press of his lips caresses my skin there. Latham pulls back just a fraction of an inch, his hair mixing with mine as our lips linger with quiet kisses passing the time.
The two of them wrap me up entirely, shielding me in their strength and affection. A sensation like I’ve never felt is wound tightly around me from every part of them that’s tangled with every part of me.
It’s a foreign and strange feeling for someone like me. It’s never existed before. Not for me anyway.
It feels suspiciously like love…
Even if it’s not.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ten Pack Abs
Torben
Rhys’s hands plaster themselves against my abdomen as she clings to me. Her fingers are so small and lithe, I take a moment to marvel at how tiny she truly is. My own hands dwarf hers thanks to the giant blood running through my veins.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think Rhys was fragile, but she’s feisty and independent. When I was sent to retrieve her and bring her back to Hell, I didn’t think she’d be so fucking strong. I expected a dainty flower, and while she looks the part, she doesn’t act it.
Aric’s leathery wings whip through the air, blowing Rhys’s pale blonde hair around us. The strands caress my shoulder as the dragon lifts us off the ground with a single powerful pump. I’m surprised Aric has the strength to fly at all with what little sleep the four of us got. The darkness of nightfall only lasted about an hour.
Then the sky bled red once more.
And so our fucking journey continues.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps from over my shoulder in the airy way she moaned for Latham and Aric as they pleasured her.
I stifle a groan and shift in my seat, hoping like hell Aric’s dragon scales are thick enough that he can’t tell how that simple little sound makes my dick hard.
My balls have been aching since I watched Rhys come from the shadows. The sight of her flushed skin and the way she parted her swollen, berry red lips is a vision I won’t soon forget.
I hold it close and lock it away, knowing I’ll need it when we get back to Hell.
The thought is a bucket of ice water against my libido. The tether of my duty is a noose around my neck, tightening each minute I spend in Rhys’s presence.
I should throw the image of her writhing body straight into the fiery pits of Hell, because Rhys isn’t my salvation. The small taste I’ve allowed myself to have of her was nothing but a thousand lashes of torment against my soul.
She’ll never be mine, and I’ll never be free enough to be hers.
Not that she wants me anyway. Not that I want her.
So I’ll stick with the fucking plan.
I’ll stay away from her. I’ll deliver her to Hela and reunite her with her mother.
And then I’ll forget her.
Rhys’s hands creep up my stomach, and then her fingers run along the dips and curves of my abs as she trails them back down.
My eyes squeeze closed, and I swallow as she tortures me beautifully.
Down. Down. Down.
A growl rumbles in my chest in a deep warning she doesn’t heed. I cover both of her hands in one of mine before her fingers can brush along the hard, straining length of my cock.
My lashes open to the fiery sky, my gaze falling on Latham’s figure as he stands between the two white horns on the dragon’s head, his dark hair ruffles in the wind.
He’s always so free when he’s away from our homeland.
While I can’t ever seem to mentally escape.
I try to keep that impenetrable reminder of who I am and where I belong at the front of my mind as her fingers slide deliciously against my body all over again. My nerves tingle until my flesh feels like it’s humming for her.
A confusing comfort sets in. Her touch isn’t a crawling sensation beneath my skin. She’s the first person in centuries who actually feels good. I find myself wanting to hold her more and more. Just wrap myself up in her and let her scent soak into me.
I don’t know if anyone’s ever made me feel like this.
But I have to keep my distance.
“Is there a reason you’re petting me?”
“You have a sexy stomach,” Rhys blurts, tensing before she shrugs unabashedly against my back. He
r persistent fingers curl into my shirt, trying to feel up the muscles underneath again. “Did you know you have a bazillion abs? I swear I counted at least ten of them, and I wasn’t even done.” Her stream of words aren’t awkward this time.
“Is this an oddity for puny human males?” How a woman is ever satisfied by a mortal man is confusing. The ones I witnessed in Rhys’s pack were nothing more than overgrown boys hopped up on measly power. They wouldn’t survive a single second in the bowels of Hell.
Rhys deserves more than anything they could offer.
Not that I’ll be the one to give it to her.
“Ha. Yeah, no.” Her head rocks against my back as she shakes it. “I’ve only seen a ten pack in… uh… movies.” The tightness in her voice and the pitch change tells me she’s lying.
I cock my head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman behind me, but all I see is the top of her blonde head.
Aric lifts us high above the ledge Rhys fell from earlier and lands in a plume of ashy dust. It billows out in a foggy cloud that causes a heavy cough to tremble through Rhys. I swiftly dismount, swinging my leg over the side of the dragon and landing on my feet.
The bastard lowers even further to the ground for Rhys, a courtesy he didn’t extend to me.
Reaching up, I catch Rhys as she slips down Aric’s gleaming black scales. My hands clasp around her waist, and even though I shouldn’t, I pull her against my chest and lower her inch by inch to the ground.
Her breath catches as she feels the hardness waiting for her. I want to hide it from her and bury it in her all at the same time.
Ultimately, I step back from her intoxicating curves.
“Your abs aren’t the only thing you have over human men,” she whispers under her breath shyly, and my lips actually tug up in one corner.